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Everything still hurt like fuck. The paramedic-or-whatever-the-shit did their medical thing, but Vi just mostly tried t shut them out. She didn't want to deal with this bullshit, it was stupid. Just a broken rib, she'd totally be fine. You don't need a rib to beat the shit out of assholes, right? She fumed - her anger only abating slightly when Nate, the glorious Nate, agreed to her pitiful and pathetic request.

"Of course I'm coming with you." He said instantly. "If I don't, then who's gonna stop you from trying to escape?" And then he did that smile that reminded her of the old days, way back, when Nate wasn't this antisocial weirdo, back when he actually... played with her, did stuff with her, instead of being all alone and stuff. Of course - it did suck that she wouldn't be able to escape. And it was just like her closest friend to automatically know that she was planning on getting away at some point. Didn't need ribs to run, right? Nate climbed in after her, and the doors closed, blocking them out from the rest of the world, and that shitty party. Her teeth ground and her jaw clenched tensely, as she spared a few thoughts to her friends at the party - did they get away before the cops had stopped it? They were gonna stop it, right?

Ugh, hospitals. Health care. All that expensive fuckery. Why did Vi have to give a shit about all of it? Why couldn't she just be all "get away from me" and then just leave like that? She felt herself being strapped down onto the stretcher - arms and legs and whatever. She shot a fierce panicked glance at the medic - goddamnit to hell this is just way too similar to what Rope Guy did, the fucker - but he placed his hand on her forehead, as if motioning for her to lie still. Idiot. But it was then that Nate grabbed her attention once again - almost as if he knew about her phobia. But that was impossible, wasn't it?

"Hey... I know I said that I couldn't fault you for what you did, but..." A pause, and a worried frown splayed across his face. Violet furowed her brow - this is exactly why she didn't want anyone to know about her tendencies! She didn't want them to worry - to judge her, to reject her or try to stop her... "You're not...a super hero, Violet... You're a 17-year-old girl who shouldn't be... taking matters into her own hands all the time. I understand that you wanna help the people you love, but there are just some problems that one person can't hope to solve on their own..."

But she had to solve them on her own, didn't he understand at all? Vi struggled to force herself up, wanting to argue back with Nate on an even level - equal ground n all - but she couldn't, and the painkillers being pumped through her system certainly didn't help things, giving her a bit of a nagging tired feeling at the back of her head.

"You can rely on your friends to help you, Vi... Trust me when I say...you're not alone..." He then gripped at her hand - in response, Vi almost jumped with the shock, as electricity sparked between them. And with that, a deep blush formed across her cheeks yet again, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or the fact that Nate was right fucking there - and that she was tied up, restrained, unable to move.

Just like Rope Guy.

"Alright?"

"Hypocrite." Violet muttered, trying her best to not think about the straps holding her down. "You... you talk about how I gotta trust my friends more..." She send an angry glare in his direction, trying her best to force the blush away. "But I ain't the only one that deals with shit by herself, y'know? I'm... stupid, that's old news. But don't think I didn't notice that somethin' big musta happened to you, t'make you all anti-social and shit." She let out an exasperated, over-exaggerated sigh. "I... I dunno, Nate, I get the feelin' that you're dealin' with deep shit. And that you think you can't trust any of us 'bout it."

She let that sink in for a few moments, listening to the wail of the ambulance as they neared the hospital. She sighed again, this time out of tiredness than anything. Briton. Was he okay? Did the two fucktards back off yet? Will they stop pissing on him all the time? The pathetic friend... Brit deserved better. Anger coursed through her veins yet again as she thought about the two fucktards. She went too easy on'em. Didn't even get to cripple either of them. She messed up. She messed the fuck up.

Justice hadn't been dealt out just yet. As long as she had a weapon, the rib wouldn't be a problem, right? She knew where Chaffon lived, at least... she could easily take him out. Once she got some time alone. But first...

"Uh." Vi's voice turned softer, back to it's more neutral state. "...Thanks for, y'know. Coming with me. I'd probably be freakin' out about stupid shit right now if you didn't." She then relaxed, forcing herself to not acknowledge the bonds. "...Sorry, but I'm gonna keep doin' things as I've always been. You'll probably keep shuttin' us out too, so... it's even, I guess."

The ambulance stopped. The medic quickly tended to the straps, and Violet let out a sigh of relief, rubbing at her wrists absently. They then loaded her out of the ambulance - a feeling of dread as Vi knew that she'd somehow have to break the news to her family. She felt around - yup, her phone was still strapped to her thigh. She quickly whipped it out, firing a text to her brother about what had just happened.

Hopefully he'd be able to word it better to her parents so that they didn't freak out.

About half an hour, and a bunch of medical stuff later, Vi was dazed, almost asleep in her hospital bed, unable to stop fidgeting with the swelling on her chest, playing with the ice rather than placing it over the subtle inflammation. Anything to keep her mind off of when her parents arrived.